Some days, I have to remember that I’m working even when I’m staring off into space or allowing my mind to wander as I drift down to sleep. I forget I need these creative wanderings to allow my stories to grow and evolve, and sometimes take on a life of their own.
This morning, in those moments between being really awake and somewhat asleep, my brain took off on its own tangent, plotting out a story. Now, some of it was surreal as only dreams can get, but so much of it was completely real and woke me with my heart in my throat and my pulse racing. I was amped up and ready for fight or flight mode.
Not really the way you intend to wake up in the morning. But it did remind me that if I slow down and let my brain play with a story, it can come up with some amazing plot lines for me to put to use. For my writer friends, where else do your stories come from?
